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The Bossman

I have a pretty cool job. It’s not easy somedays and it can be a little crazy, but I really do like what I do. I love the logistics and working in the business that I dreamed of being in. Heck, I met Merfman on a movie set!

I’m of course thankful for my job, but I wouldn’t have my job if not for my Bossman.

I work for a writer. A pretty brilliant one. That has a kind heart, which many people might not know. Sadly, it’s rare to find good people in this place called Hollywood. But I’m so thankful that I am where I’m at.

My Bossman created a TV series that’s now in its 5 season. That TV  show has employed hundreds of people over the past few years. Cast, Crew, Vendors. We order coffee and lunch/dinner every day – those businesses (many of them small) earn their income based off our needs.

The show is a good show, quirky and smart and wonderful. It makes people happy. I read fan mail from all over the world, from people saying how much joy the show gives them. Cool, huh?

Each week the people on the crew bring a script to life. A script that’s molded and shaped from an idea. It takes late nights, long days and many cups of coffee to get an episode completed. It provides jobs.

I can buy groceries each week because I have this gig. I can save for Merfbaby’s college fund. Even cooler – I bring Merfbaby to the office with me each and every day. Because Bossman said I could. Because he cares.

There are great people in the world. Of course no one is perfect. But everyone is capable of doing little things that create good. It’s the whole stone-in-the-lake-ripple thing. Our small actions can have a much bigger impact. Many that we’ll never even know.

 

 

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